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Winter Of Discontent Defence A stronger defence Until the military operate Epitaph – The Thesis Bludgeoned Epitaph – The Antithesis Revived Epitaph – The Synthesis Died 
A Token Bar A token mouth A token gay A token drunk A token lay A token geek A token bad A token happy A token sad A token loud A token tall A token soft A token small A token freak A token crawl A token absent That’s all………. 
Last Drink In death we awake In a painless state Life has past by in a flash Next time I think I won’t take that last drink I’ll stay and hold onto the cash 
Prize She makes eye contact with my ego I look at her, talons drawn I move forward to claim my prize; My eyes have warned her of my approach “Why don’t you fuck off, I don’t want to sleep with you?” |
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